She does not know
Her beauty,
She thinks her brown body
Has no glory.
If she could dance
Naked,
Under palm trees
And see her image in the river
She would know.
But there are no palm trees
On the street,
And dishwater gives back no images.
Black Swan
Be My Husband
Summertime
Here Comes The Sun
Someone to Watch over Me
Deperate Ones
Marry Me
Work Song
Rich Girl
Feelings
Nobody
Cherish
Here Comes The Sun
When I Was in My Prime
How Long Must I Wander
Cherish
Thrill Is Gone
Remind Me
Blue Prelude
End Of The Line